~HUNTER~
I was already on my third cup of coffee when the sun rose. Sleep had been impossible after leaving Celine in the hallway last night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her….flushed skin in candlelight, soft gasps against my ear, the way she'd whispered my name like a prayer.
The memory of her body against mine, under mine, was burned into my skin.
What the hell had I done?
My office felt like a sanctuary as dawn broke. I'd come here at four a.m., unable to lie in bed with thoughts of her any longer. Work was my refuge—always had been.
Spreadsheets didn't ask for things I couldn't give. Contracts didn't make me feel things I didn't want to feel.
Baron had delivered a stack of reports at six, his expression neutral as always, though I caught the slight raise of his eyebrow
